Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1445 is to be held in a 10 m x 10 m containment cell, designated 244-L, at all times. 3 security cameras must be stationed inside the cell and operational at all times. Any attempts by SCP-1445 to obscure camera view will be treated as a hostile act. SCP-1445 is given basic furnishings, comparable to an E-Class housing unit. An armed guard is stationed at all times outside the cell, and 3 additional guards are posted during the winter solstice. Visits, interviews, and studies held inside the cell are normally restricted to Level 3 personnel and above. The fridge inside the containment cell is to be restocked every 6 hours with edible items totaling 2000 calories. 3 days a week, one D-Class personnel is brought into the cell for 6 hours at a time, instructed to focus on the idea that SCP-1445 is real. SCP-1445-1 are held at a factory constructed near 244-L, referred to as 244-F. Access to 244-F is restricted to Level 2 Research personnel and the security detail stationed outside. The inhabitants of 244-F are given food rations every 12 hours. SCP-1445-2 is held in a stable outside 244-L. Access to SCP-1445-2 is allowed to all foundation personnel. Its caretaker, selected yearly from a pool of D-Class, maintains SCP-1445-2's health.

Description: SCP-1445 is an anomalous Caucasian male of indeterminate age, balding, with a large white beard. The subject’s weight upon retrieval was recorded as 450 pounds; in 2008 he was recorded at 360 pounds. Most of SCP-1445’s body fat is confined to his disproportionately large stomach. SCP-1445's arms and legs are atrophied and grow increasingly frail, seemingly sustained only by D-Class intervention.

SCP-1445 was recovered from ████, Sweden, in the early 19th century during an attempted expedition to the north pole. Letters reporting an "odd, rotund man" were intercepted by foundation agents and a team was dispatched to cover up the discovery. All members of the expedition team were lobotomized and SCP-1445 was placed under foundation care. Almost all records of his containment prior to 1940 have been lost, and the only knowledge of the foundation's efforts with SCP-1445 are information recalled by SCP-1445 itself. SCP-1445 demonstrates the ability to move at abnormal speeds during the summer and winter solstice, but only exercises abilities with provocation (See Interview 1445-A). Subject has displayed the potential for matter generation, first discovered after Interview 1445-A.

SCP-1445 is the caretaker of thirty-six malformed dwarves, collectively referred to as SCP-1445-1. The dwarves have misshapen faces, disproportionately large hands, and stained blue jumpsuits. All known examples of SCP-1445-1 were recovered after Interview 1445-B. SCP-1445-1 subjects display above average skill with electronics and building materials, verbally displaying a desire to construct common household appliances and luxury items.

SCP-1445-2 is a Rangifer tarandus male, displaying numerous health problems, including arthritis, obesity, and cancer. SCP-1445-2 has several bio-luminous tumors on its face and snout, but is otherwise mundane. It is kept under foundation custody at the request of SCP-1445 and Dr. ████

Addendum: After Interview 1445-B, resources are in place to assist SCP-1445 with his attempts at philanthropy and gradually make his existence public knowledge once more. D-Class are assigned to SCP-1445's containment cell and instructed to focus that the subject is in the same room as them and that he is a real conscious entity. Foundation staff employees are allowed to bring their children to visit SCP-1445 from November to December. Children are surveyed after every visitation. Four-fifths of surveys report disinterest in SCP-1445 and some variation of the desire to visit "the one at the mall."

Foreword: Interview was held in late July, 2008, at the request of Dr. ████. One of the few remaining documents from the 19th century retrieval mention increased movement speed.

<Begin Log>

Dr. ████: Hello. My name is ████. I’m a doctor, here to assess your mental state and learn more about you. You've been with us for such a long time, but it was only recently that my colleagues and I realized how little information of you had been preserved. Firstly, I want you to tell me how you move so quickly.

SCP-1445: It's been so long since I saw someone else, other than the boys who come in and restock the refrigerator. Thank you, Doctor.

Dr. ████: Please, answer the question.

SCP-1445: I just walk as fast as I can, and I move like that. I needed to move quick to help everyone, but I haven't done it in so long…

Dr. ████: Could you demonstrate that for me?

SCP-1445: Oh, I can only do it about when… About when the sun is the highest in the sky and lowest in the sky, only for about a week or two every year.

Dr. ████: We are nearing the peak of summer. Can you demonstrate your speed?

SCP-1445: Alright, one moment.

[SCP-1445 stands up from his chair with noticeable difficulty. He begins pacing back and forth in the room, accelerating to 120 miles per hour. Despite his footsteps impacting the floor at a high speed, no damage is done. SCP-1445 sits down again at the request of Dr. ████.]

Dr. ████: This interview is over. Thank you for your cooperation; your life here should remain relatively comfortable.

SCP-1445: Doctor, before you leave… Thank you for your generosity, and thank you for believing in me.

<End Log>

Closing Statement: Subject was given access to improved living conditions and food after interview. Doctor ████ discovered a 30 g piece of anthracite in his coat pocket that was previously empty. High speed video footage shows his pocket bulge slightly when exiting the room.

Foreword: Interview was held in late December, 2008. SCP-1445 had remained cooperative over the year but made offhand requests for his "workers". Dr. ████ sought to determine SCP-1445's origins and what his "workers" were.

<Begin Log>

Dr. ████: Hello again, 1445. I thank you for your cooperation this year. I have heard your comments about wanting to find your "workers". What do you mean by this?

SCP-1445: My workers are the little men that help me make my items. I give the workers metal, fuel, and machines from my palms. They build things that I give to help people.

Dr. ████:What do you mean when you say "help"?

SCP-1445: I intend do what I used to do every year, I go to them and I give them things. Lately I've been getting slower. People used to ache for me every day. I even remember a time when they killed animals to try and get me to come early. That was a long time ago.

Dr. ████: What do you mean? How long ago was this?

SCP-1445: Ever since I can remember… It was back when people lived in caves. I only had to help a few, then, and they all knew about me. I could run faster than anything. I was mostly giving them meat or fur, that was the only thing they wanted and it was all I knew to give. I didn't have a need for workers then. I only got them after I needed to make machines and tools to help people. There used to be several thousand, just a few decades ago. Now there's only a few dozen.

Dr. ████: What happened to them? Is it the same reason you move so "slowly" now?

SCP-1445: After your group found me, there were so many people that wanted me to help. It was easy, before. People looked up at the stars at night and pleaded for help, from anything. I could walk around the world and drop crops, swords, anything they needed. It was easy for people to believe in me. For a few years in Ireland, a century after the empire fell, there was a long winter. A volcano somewhere. I spent every single day with those people. It was brutally cold, and I went out mostly in the winter, so I started wearing a big red jacket the workers made for me. I got very strong. Everyone in Europe knew exactly who I was, and most everyone in the world had some version of me. For a half dozen centuries, I was better then ever. Things changed. The cities got cleaner, and there was more food… there were so many people. I had a whole vehicle the workers made for me… people still stopped wanting me. They started listening to the men writing those books, the men with the fancy jackets and their pens and paper. Most of the workers and animals just disappeared. I made my way to central Europe with my what was left of the workshop. There were still a few million in those tiny towns and the rural areas that kept the faith. I carried on for a good few decades, before people started building big machines and factories. I knew it was over, then. The animals died first, so the wagon didn't work. Fine enough, I could still walk from house to house if I exerted myself. Then people started seriously hating the idea of magic and legends. Most of the workers went away. I was on my last legs when they found me in Sweden. They took me, but not the workers. The men at your foundation said they would help me help others, that I was still strong and they could make me stronger. They started putting my image on those soft drinks. Everywhere in every home, every town, people would see me drink that brown elixir. It didn't work. They couldn't use me like they hoped, and stuck me in a padded cell. They said telling people about magic went against everything they were fighting for. A century later and you find me like I am today.

[Dr. ████ steps out of the room for 15 minutes and makes a call to foundation agents stationed in Scandinavia. The interview continues an hour later.]

Dr. ████: We've recovered thirty-six dwarves near ████, where we found you. We also found a deer. Are these your workers and your "animal"?

SCP-1445: Yes! Thank you. It's been so long, they'll be happy to see their father again. We can finally start helping people again.

Dr. ████: Thank you for your time, but I'm not sure it will be quite that simple. I'm trying to start a project. If it goes through, you'll be given some extra freedoms in the coming months. Don't squander them.

Closing Statement: The foundation has begun efforts to revitalize child knowledge of SCP-1445 and stop the wane in desire for his help. Depictions of SCP-1445 have begun being featured in soft drink commercials, department store advertising campaigns, and seasonal TV programs in increased amounts. Agents and employees for Salvation of Children in Poverty have begun dispersal of SCP-1445-1 productions. However, polling in 2012 belief of SCP-1445's existence indicates a 23% drop from 2008, the year Dr. ████ revisited SCP-1445.

Request 1445-RI6, 06/04/11:9 requests in one day for a doctor. SCP-1445 was examined and found to have torn ligaments, rheumatoid arthritis in both hands, and minor scoliosis . Additional D-Class with hospice care background assigned to containment cell, with bi-monthly visits totaling 16 hours.